Ending the Search For Closure

ENDING THE SEARCH FOR CLOSURE

 

I never thought that saying goodbye would bring me 

so much relief, would lift so much weight 

from the center of my chest, and yet, here I am,  

 

nearly floating,  

light enough to be knocked over  

by the next gust of wind that decides  

to whisk me away with the autumn leaves and rose petals.  

 

No one ever tells you what to do with emptiness. 

How to mend the pieces that once belonged  

to someone else.  

 

No one ever tells you that leaving  

still feels a lot like being left. That forgiveness  

looks a lot like self-blame and loathing. That sometimes, 

closure looks a lot like things falling apart and sometimes, 

 

it looks less like letting go, and more like coming home.